All Up In There

Doing that thing again where I get all up in my own head...and trust me there isn't much leg room!

"like the back of a volkswagon" ...from which movie?? come on y'all know this one!!

Time Travel

Not really. I just looked back on my life and all the changes I have gone through and how we can essentially trace everything we are back to kindergarten. Really because thats when you were your true self with no inner monolouge running through your head at everywaking moment. I think we spend the rest of our life trying to get back that same sense of innocence and a mind clear of everything but jello and the monkey bars. I mean take my kindergarten experience for example: I tried to be friends with absolutely everyone, I was one of the few boys that never believed that girls obtained the ever so gross cooties, I played the drums on everything, I played every sport imaginable for a 4 year old in kindergarten, I drew pictures ALL the time/ invented numerous strange games (which I mean I doodle alot now, but I mean it more in the way that I was creative), I loved talking and using words that I wasn't quite sure if I knew the right meaning to, I would listen (quite well for a 4 year old) and offer some random advice, I loved being the center of attention mainly for my bad jokes (which infact were good for those days...the reason they are bad is they are the same jokes I tell today, I just wasn't yet as quick with the puns). As I sit here right now I take a look at where I stand: Try to make everyone happy if it is at all possible, I definately don't think girls have cooties (though some do, but we just stay away from them now don't we boys...well I guess some boys don't stay away from otherwise they would have never gained said cooties in the first place), I have gone through many stages of music but I love it all the way every time (it has evolved from smashmouth and wigfield to enrique englasis and blink 182 to atmosphere and sage francis and the dorian three and visionaries to my chemical romance and brand new and blink 182 and the spill canvas), I now play baseball, basketball, football, ultamite frizbee, golf, volleyball, soccer, squash and work half at a climbing wall half at a gym, I doodle little comics that I may have published in the sheaf if I so desire and write songs/ poetry/ scripts in and out of class all the time, I am loud and talkative still using big words out of context (which is bad seeing as I have a degree in english), I listen pretty darn good when its the important stuff (which means big things and little things alike) and offer up my random off the wall where did that come from advice all the time, I still love being in the middle of things and as I pointed out I try that with my lame ass humor that gets more loud groans and "did he just say that" than full out laughs unless I am talking with some certian people. All in all I would say minus the facial and body hair, the wrist bands and my ability to drive I am the exact same ruffian hell raiser I was in Kindergarten....and Ain't nothing wrong with that!

Games

This Blog inspired by one simple line
" in fact for the first time, I wasn't even playing a game."

This one line holds so much. In all aspects of life...which to me really is love, life is love, (whether it be love of someone, or something is neither here nor there)...so back to the point, In all aspects of life we foolishly play games. We push things in hopes that it will give us that little edge on the competition without any regard to the penalties we might come across. We play head games with others without knowing it. We play head games with our selves. Upon reading this one single line I came to the spur of the moment decision that true love, i mean that undying- I -will -do- anything -for -you -can't -live -a -day -without -you -call -the -answering -machine -just -to -hear -your -voice -kind of love, this kind of love can only be found once the game ends. Once your own personal betterment comes second. True love is putting yourself number 2...or atleast in a tie for first!

Ok so this doesn't really make sense...I just love that line and I like writing things that come to me in the spur of the moment...It's What I do!

my very new spur of the moment philosphy on friends: "A good friend will rub your back and bring you water while your being sick on the toilet. A great friend will always be behind you...gently thrusting for the camera so you can remember this vulnerable point that your friends tooks advantage of your less than desirable position forever!!"

yeah real insightful eh....I have been doing too much homework!
The next blog will be better I promise...wouldn't be hard to top this!!
Piece!!

Been A While

So I have been super busy lately and have not found the time for this Blog. But that reflects myself in fact. I haven't found time for Adam...and I know the exact reason for this! When I get disappointed, like super disappointed (which doesn't happen very often) I overload myself with outer distractions so that I don't have to deal with the problem at hand and just hope it blows over. Well I didn't get into U of A eductaion program, I made it all the friggin way up to number one on the waiting list and then my hope came crashing down with a simple email. And since that time I have not had any free time to myself because I haven't wanted to face the fact that I am now in my 5th year of university and I have 2 times been rejected for that which I have seeked, to get into the elusive education. What I am really trying to figure out is why when I become overly disappointed I bombard myself with all these outer distractions in hopes it will all go away and disappear....and I think the answer is simply that that is the way I deal with it, everyone deals with different thigns differently. I could sit here and analyze this to death and get no where. We just have to come to accept who we are and what we do and then come to peace with it!

Now that it's out I want to let it be know that I am uterly and competely happy right now. Everything (other than the ecu thing of course) is going so so perfect and now because of this minor set back I will be traveling, teaching another something later in life and just generally being the happy go lucky son of a bitch that I know and love. Whatever life feels like bringing on right now I feel ready for....so go ahead take your best shot but expect to have a left jab comming followed by an overpowering right cross cause this kid is in the ring and ain't backing down!

song of the day: The Mix Tape - Jack's Mannequin

Peace Everybody!!

Storied...Thats Just me I guess

I heard a story today. A girl in my drama class went to australia and went sky diving and I was asking her how it was and all that because I plan to sky dive and bungee jump in the same day when I go to aussie. Anyway she then told me of this story that happened there 2 years ago. A man and woman met at the sky diving school and began a relationship. They then married. Before they left to go on thier honeymoon the husband planned for the 2 of them to sky dive from the first place they met. How romatic. The flight went well, the weather was perfect. Hand in hand they jumped into the next phase of thier life. he opened his schute, success. She opened her schute and nothing happened. She paniced. She flew to her husband and they grabbed on another. his schute could not carry the weight of both of them.....They said goodbye and he let go....so yeah thats the story. True or not that is friggin terrible. But the whole time I was thinking about it I thought to myself "let her go, how the hell could he let the love of his life go." Call me the ultamite romantic or supreme idiot but I would hold onto her for everything she is worth and more. If you love someone enough to marry them she wold be the lovd of my life and I would ratrher chance that my parachute somehow lands us both semi safely than live a single day without the love of my life. But I guess thats just me. And the next thing I thought was back to death. I want to die liek that where my story gets passed on by sky diving instructors to his students and they pass it on to classmates and they blog about it on the web etc. I wanna die and I want people to be like "wow now that guy died!!" Sure the story might fade and change after a while but ultimately I will be THAT GUY that wouldn't let his wife go and plumetted to his death. but thats just me I guess!!

on a much lighter and not so morbid note I have been moved up to #1 on the waiting list. So if I don't hear by friday at 4:30 all it really means is I am the first to taste rejection. i would have rather stayed at number 2 if I don't get in because atleast I could take colace in the fact that someone a little more deserving than me didn't get in. But once again thats just me I guess!

Anyway Off to class y'all. Hope Everyone is well and dandy!
Piece Peters

p.s. daneel you should call me randomly from the E...I don't know why just call and leave a message about the size 7 football cleats and badminton set that you have seen for sale in the paper! That'll confuse my family soooo good!

Celebrate the First

Not to rip a line from tegan and sara or anything but the first day of school deserves none the less. So last year at this excat time I went over a bunch of my past first days of school...today to commerate The First Day of School #17 I will celebrate the first of many things. scrapped knee. black eye. kiss. mud pie. heartbreak. crush. cd ever purcahsed. cd ever burnt. peed the bed. friend peed his pants in front of me. bag of purple skittles. dr pepper. love?. sand castle. lake trip. drunk experience. designated driver experience. golf game with grandparents. best friend. phone call. personal letter in the mail. nose bleed. fight. baseball game. basketball game. ride at disneyland. decision made on my own. time living alone. being naked infront of someone. being naked infornt of alot of someones cause your streaking. broken bone. stole anything. got caught trying to steal something. cried. gave a friend a nipple twister. recieved a nipple twister. woke up with your brothers bare backside inches from your face. woke your brother by wrapping duct tape around his leg. thought about cheating on an exam. wrote the answers to a math assignement from the back of the text. lie you ever told. time you told the truth even though you knew how much it would hurt. gave away your teddy bear. your teddy bear brought someone comfort. fell off your bike. passed a note in class. passed wind in class. blamed passing wind on the dog or the person next to you. swore at someone. said something you didn't mean. baked cookies. played a street hockey game. taste of passion. sexual encounter. halloween costume. grew your hair out. threw a frizbee. you got a phone number. ate cotton candy. job hired at. job fired/ quit. time you sang in the shower. time you got caught singing in the shower. you discovered yourself. you fell asleep first at camp and woke up with something written or done to you. prank you ever pulled. prank phone call. time you held another sex's hand. movie you ever owned. person you truly disliked. you felt proud of yourself. did something completely selfless. pet. drive in. random road trip...............etc.

There are so many things that we can celbrate the first why do we celbrate the first of something that we have acctually done many times over. My first day of school came when i was 4 years old and that will remain my first day of school. So for this year I celbrate my first day of my 5th year of university (wow that sounds like I should have something accomplished in life...my bad) Anyway what are some first of your own that you want to celebrate...remember them cause they only happen once!!!

Piece y'all!

p.s. come on u of a quit leaving me at number friggin 2....9 more days til i know whether I am in education this year or not!!....if not half a term and then aussie land here I come!!